If we strain ahead to the beginning of the line, we can see people (all of whom have been in our situation at one point or another) getting on the ride after their long wait. We can see people currently on the ride- the wind whipping their face as their bodies try to anticipate and navigate the dangerous curves ahead. Some look terrified and others look exhilarated. Some have peed their pants and others fully submit themselves to the thrilling joy of uncertainty, their hands waving over their head.
If we look to the end of the line, we see people eagerly adding the the back of it. They must be attracted to the excitement of the ride, the fact that many have gone before them and even stepped off the ride to tell about it, albeit their hands are shaking and their knees wobbly, their faces shine. They try to put to the back of their minds the horror stories of getting sick or the unnerving sense of loosing control of bodily functions mid-way through the ride. Instead, they choose to focus on the glory. They are clueless, we think as we gaze back at them, fatigued from from waiting our turn.
Joe and I are still waiting our turn (as of 10:14am on May 17). It's never going to come, I think on a daily basis. The last time anything happened to my body that was somewhat significant was 3 weeks ago. My body really started to shift around 36 weeks and there's been nothing new to report since 37 weeks. (I could get graphic here, but instead I will restrain.) The most I will declare on the internet is that, as of last Friday, I am 1cm dilated and 70% effaced...as I have been since week 37. Every visit since then, the midwife has examined me, only to report that nothing's changed since last week. This Friday, I am going in for a non-stress test. They will monitor the baby's heart rate, etc. and we will discuss the option of inducing me. I will be 40 weeks, 6 days at this point. Joe is taking the afternoon off to come with me to this appointment because I simply can't make any decisions without him by my side.
Below is a picture of me on my due date, May 14th. It came and went. The next day came and went. So did the next. It's just past 10:30 this morning and the day is young and I am feeling optimistic about today...so far.
Baby Lindquist's nursery...finally finished!
Spring has come! And with it are new pansies I planted to welcome our baby. You can see the peony plant Joe gave me for my first Mother's Day too. We still have yet to plant him.
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